"I've got enough." He refused to think about the idea of his people never coming for him, of being stuck in this crazy place with a bunch of strangers with nothing from home but his crashed Jumper and his supplies.
He held his ground as the other walked towards him, his grip on his gun so tight his knuckles were turning white. "Yeah, I don't plan on being here that long, or loosing any of my limbs. And I'll pass on the drink, thanks."